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Archive-name: Changes/intrview.txt
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Archive-title: Intake Interview
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Attending - Dr. Carasso
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Patient - Meeks, Missy
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Patient No. - 1018199
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Transcribed - 2/5/93
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Admitted - 2/4/93. 3:45AM.
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STARTS/4:45AM EST.
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(INTERVIEW RM. A12)
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"Hello, my name is Dr. Carasso and I understand that
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you've just been brought up from admitting. I'd..."
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"Listen Doctor, I'm not crazy. SHE's the crazy one.
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I never wanted to become a woman. I'm a normal guy, no
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matter how things look."
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"Interesting, uh..uh, Miss Meeks. Would you prefer
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I call you that, or perhaps Missy?"
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"Doctor, my name is Markian, not Missy Meeks. That
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was just part of the scam. If you'll just give me a
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chance to explai...Hey! What's the needle for?"
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(Pause).
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"You seem a little excited Missy. This shot will
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help you stay calm, maybe later even a little giddy. But
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it's for your own good."
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"Say, Doc, I'm a bit queasy about shots and...Not so
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fast..OWWWHH! That hurt!"
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"You'll feel better very quickly, young lady. Tell
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me when you begin to feel the calming effect, Dear."
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"Dammit, Doc, please listen to me. I'm not a girl."
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"We'll get into that in a moment, Missy. Now, can
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you tell me why you are dressed the way you are? The
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Admitting Record says that you were brought here wearing
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a black latex leotard that exposed your breasts,
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buttocks, and vagina. Is that the way you like to
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dress?"
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"Doctor, Please! You've got to LISTEN to..."
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(Patient crying.)
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"Hmm, that seems right from what I can see. The
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strips that pass through between your legs, Missy, they
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actually seem designed to pull the vaginal lips apart and
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make them appear bigger. Why do you think that is?"
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"SHE made me wear this. This is my training
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uniform."
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"Trained? Amazing!"
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(Doctor making notes.)
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"I'm sure you'll tell me all about it. Let's go on,
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shall we, Missy?"
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"Admissions noted black fishnet hose, seamed, and
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something called ballet boots. And it says here that
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they have seven inch heels. I saw them when I came into
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the room."
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"I don't know if I've ever seen anything like your
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shoes. Do you feel more attractive wearing them? Do you
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find that they make it difficult for you to walk?"
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"You have to practice, Doc, a lot! SHE made me
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practice all the time. Upstairs and downstairs. I had
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to walk in these things all day."
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"See, Doc, there's a trick to it. If you hold your
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head really high and take the tiniest steps you can, then
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you can stay on your feet."
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"I see....I think, tell me about your collar and
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gloves, Missy."
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"I wish you'd stop calling me that! My name is
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Mark and I'm a MAN!"
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"Of course you are! Just let the sedative do it's
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work. You're much too excited."
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"Well, I do feel calmer, Doctor."
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"Good, let me know how your feelings change while we
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have this little chat."
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"Okay, Doc, I mean...I'm just...I don't know,..well,
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grateful, you know, that you're willing to listen. I
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just have to make somebody realize that I'm not a girl.
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No matter how things look."
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"So tell me about your collar and gloves."
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"Okay, Doctor Carasso. These are called dinner
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plate mittens. My hands are spread flat across the big
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plate shape and my collar is black latex over leather.
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The spikes are three inches and chromed to match my
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leash. SHE put them on me because she said I was a
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little bitch."
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"Who is this `she' you keep mentioning?"
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"Her name is Sheila DeVille. She calls herself She
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Devil."
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"Oh yes, it says here on the Admitting Record that
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she is your aunt, that her sister, Melody, was your
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mother, and that since your mother died two years ago -
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when you were fourteen - she has been your guardian."
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"Doc, she's not my aunt. I'm not a sixteen year old
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girl. I look like one, but that's what the whole scam
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was about. Please...Please, Doctor Carasso, will you let
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me tell you now all the horrible things she did to me?"
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"Certainly. Tell me, Missy, in any way that you
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find comfortable, everything about yourself."
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(Patient pauses. Some crying, patient perhaps
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hyperventilating.)
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"My real name is Markian Gooley. I'm a twenty-two
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year old man! And see, Doc,....I'm a con artist. This
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was all a con to get some inheritance money."
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"SHE said it would be easy. But then she shafted
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me. Sheila's grandfather left a pile of cash and
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property to his last generation, just so long as one
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daughter in that generation had married and had a child.
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But Melody was a lesbian."
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"Oh, she married a gay guy for cover but she hated
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men. Sheila is just as bad. She gets her kicks turning
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boys into girls. That's what she did to me."
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"Melody overdosed two years ago and right after that
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Granddaddy kicked off. I knew Sheila from helping her
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fence property that she had ripped off from the wimps she
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was sissy training."
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"She asked me if I wanted in on the action. She
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would get me ready to pass as `Missy Meeks', the daughter
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of Melody and Bruce Meeks. The after we got the
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inheritance money, she would lay a cool Five Mil on me."
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"I wasn't too thrilled about the feminizing part.
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I was always small and everybody picked on me but... but
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for Five Million dollars I'd swallow my pride."
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"It took maybe two months to get me ready. A
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surgeon gave me these breasts and he did some surgery on
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my cock and balls to give me a temporary pussy. Looks
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pretty authentic, doesn't it?"
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"Yes, Missy, it looks very genuine to me. Did they
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really tell you that the surgery was temporary?"
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"I'd never have agreed if it wasn't reversible,
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Doctor...after all, I'm really a man."
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"Where was I? Oh... uh, right, surgery. Well, I
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was kind of mad at first because they made my tits and
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ass so big. I'm a 40D with 40 inch hips and an 18 inch
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waist. But that's the kind of figure Melody had so I had
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to put up with it."
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"We went to Court and Sheila came up with fraudulent
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birth records and a certificate. I testified that I was
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Missy Meeks and we were awarded the money. I thought it
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was all over. Give me my millions, a quick trip to the
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surgeon to undo the female stuff, and head for Cancun.
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"I had to sign lots of papers, I don't know what
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all. The lawyers had them all ready and I just signed
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them all."
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"I was getting changed out of my court clothes when
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Sheila came into my room with two muscular looking women.
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I tried to resist but there were too many of them and
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they were too strong."
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"They dressed me just like this and bleached my hair
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platinum blonde and put it up in this big bouffant. I
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had to learn to do my make up this way, heavy black eye
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make up and frosted white lips."
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"First, they taught me to walk. I thought my ankles
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would break. I got used to the way I looked and being so
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bare all the time. But it was really hard."
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"They tried to make me suck cock and fuck the
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household help. But I refused. After all, I know how I
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am. It's girls I like."
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"That's when the isolation tank started. They would
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float me in there for hours. A tape was played but I
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could never remember what it said. But I knew they were
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screwing with my mind."
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"I found it harder to resist. She Devil, that's
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what SHE made me call her now, insisted I smile all the
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time. I began to find it hard to refuse. She liked to
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stop me in the hall and spank me. I found myself laying
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down on her lap to be spanked without any fuss."
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"She Devil started to tease me a lot. She told me
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that she was giving me the right attitude about men for
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a sixteen year old girl. And that once I started fucking
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and sucking, I wouldn't be able to stop."
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"One day, she told me to kneel down in front of some
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guy. I never knew who he was. She told me to take his
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cock out of his pants. I started to cry, but I did it.
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I cried the whole time I sucked his cock and cried some
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more after,...after,...."
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(Patient crying as she speaks.)
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"..he came in my mouth,..my, uh, uh, he came right
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in my mouth! I got him hard again and put his,..."
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(Patient pauses, cries without speaking.)
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"...cock to my pussy. I couldn't stop sobbing as he
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fucked me."
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"She Devil had won. I had fucked and sucked. Now,
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I wouldn't be able to stop."
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(Patient takes long sigh, cries.)
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"She sent me lots of men now. I fucked and sucked
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all day. And she made me do it, not in my bedroom, but
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in public places like the kitchen or on the front porch."
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"One night, there was a party and she had me led in
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on my leash. The lawyers, even the judge who had heard
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my case, were there. Everybody had been in on it. I was
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the only patsy in the entire scam."
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(Patient cries for about 5 minutes 45 seconds
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without speaking.)
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"I tried to run away, but they caught me and tied me
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to a metal frame. That's how I got these piercings."
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"I've been waiting for a chance to talk about them,
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Missy. Is this a good time?"
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"I'm feeling a lot better, Doctor. I know I'm
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crying a lot but I want to talk about it. They pierced
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my nipples and welded these four inch chrome rings shut.
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Then they put four small rings in each pussy lip and one
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in my fake clitoris. My cunt was laced shut with a chain
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like you see it now. I can pee but I can't fuck unless
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somebody unlaces me."
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"Then She Devil had me suck the cocks of all her
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guests. They used me all night! In the morning, she
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told me that I was a totally natural girl now - a
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bodacious cock-hungry fuck."
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"I had to get out of there. I know you understand,
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Doctor. You've been so kind to me. I feel safe with
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you."
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"She was destroying me. I tried to sneak out and I
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MADE IT! It was slow going, but I got off the estate and
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near a highway. That's where I was picked up and brought
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here in a black windowless van.
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"So you see, Doctor, I'm a man, a REAL MAN, and I
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need your help to get out of this."
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"What a fascinating story! Tell me, Missy, how do
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you feel?"
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"I don't know...sort of silly, fuzzy headed."
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"That's the sedative. Let's test it a bit. Please
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stand up."
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(Pause as patient and Dr. Carasso stand.)
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"Now I'm going to attach nipple cuffs on you. They
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go behind your rings and will make your nipples thick,
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long, and fat."
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"DOCTOR, PLEASE!! Do you have to do that?"
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"Certainly, Missy. We want to see if the sedative
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is working, don't we?"
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"Yes, Doctor. I guess...if you say so."
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"Excellent, see how the cuff is crushing..."
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"Uunnnghh...unnngghhh!!."
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"your left nipple. It's..."
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(Patient screams.)
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"...already purple. When I take them off, you'll be
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amazed at how much bigger your nipples are."
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"Now the right nipple."
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"OHGOD...OHGOD...Doctor, unngh..Doctor...Please take
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them,...aawrgh.., please..off...OFF, TAKE THEM OFF,
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PLEASE, DOCTOR,...IT HURTS TOO.."
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"Perfect! A matched set. Soon, your nipples will
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be enormous."
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(Patient is panting in pain.)
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"Now, tell me, Missy, how do you feel?"
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"I feel ashamed and freakish. My nipples look
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gross."
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"Excellent. Now, let's fit your tit corset. One
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band around the base of the right breast, one band around
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the left....We lace them..."
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"Doctor, do you have to do this? It hurts so much."
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(Patient grunts from the tight lacing.)
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"Arch your back a little, I want these nice and
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snug."
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"Yes,...uh..uh..uh..uh,.."
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(Doctor tugging - patient grunting - at lacing.)
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"Doctor."
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"...and voila, look at your titties now!"
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"They're so BIG and ROUND! I look silly. Like a
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dirty cartoon!"
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"Indeed, you do, Missy, indeed, you do. Now for
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your first injections. This one will increase your
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breast size dramatically. It shoots a foam into the
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breast that serves as a bed for flesh growth. And this
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one will start milk flowing. And this one will keep you
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laughing and smiling all the time."
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"Now, bend over, Missy, so I can stick them in your
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big ass."
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(Pause as patient moves.)
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"Yes, Doctor...Owwh, that hurt...
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OWWH....OWWWWHHH!..Doctor, please, why are you being so
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mean?"
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"Let's see what we have. This breast enlarging
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process is very dramatic. Over in less than a minute,
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usually. Here we go. My, what lovely expansion. When
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you do it this way, with a breast corset, it ensures such
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big, round, fat boobs."
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(Pause for about 2 minutes 10 seconds.)
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"Let's measure, shall we? You were a 40D and you
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are now a 50DD, no..a 50EE. The milk will come later."
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"How do you feel about your massive boobies, Missy?
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Don't you just love them?"
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(Patient's voice is very faint, perhaps in shock.)
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"They're so big. I can barely keep my balance! Can
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I feel them?"
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"Of course, you can, Missy. Feel them, fondle them.
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In a little while, when you're posing for pictures, I'm
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sure they'll want you to pay lots of attention to your
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titties."
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"Pictures! What pictures?"
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"Missy, I'm going to put this ring in your nose.
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Now lean over here and let me pierce you."
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"Yes, Doctor."
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"Steady..steady..a bit more and.."
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(Patient screams.)
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"...we fit the ring. How does that feel?"
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"The ring is too big! It's holding my nostrils
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open. And it's too heavy. I feel like a cow."
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"Just how you should feel, Missy. Like a sex-slut,
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cow-titted, sixteen year old bitch. It's very important
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to know who you are, Missy, to know your special reality.
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Never forget that and you can be happy."
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"I won't forget, Doctor. The sedative is making me
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feel funny. I can't remember who I am. Can I go now?"
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"You are Missy Meeks, dear, and you have been very
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wicked."
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"I'm sorry, Doctor. I promise to try to be good."
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"Missy, this is a wonderful time to think about who
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you are. Who are you?"
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"Missy Meeks, Doctor."
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"And how old are you, Missy?"
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"Sixteen, Doctor."
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"And why are you dressed this way, Missy?"
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"Uh,..uh, I don't know."
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"Because you like the way you look dressed this way.
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You like the way you are hampered and displayed."
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"I like the way I, uh..look, look,
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uh..like...hampered..displayed."
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"And the most important thing about a girl are her
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breasts, Missy. Boys look at a girl's breasts, and the
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bigger they are, the more a girl's breasts get looked at.
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It's normal for everyone to look at your fat tits and
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want to fuck you. To take your nasty nipples and torture
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you. It's what you were born to do."
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"I understand, Doctor."
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"And the most important thing to a girl like you
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about a boy is his cock. Girls cannot resist a boy with
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a really big, hard cock. The sight of an enormous prick
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makes a girl like you go out of control. She just has to
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have it. In her mouth, in her cunt, between her tits, up
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her ass!"
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"Thank you for telling me, Doctor. I just want to
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know all about myself. I can trust you, I know I can.
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"Just a few more things, dear. A tattoo artist is
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outside and he has plans for you. Then you have your
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first photo session as a bondage and porno model. This
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afternoon, you have your group therapy session, where we
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can deal with this fantasy about being a man."
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"Yes, Doctor."
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"Feeling a little giddy, Missy?"
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"Yes, Doctor."
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(Patient's voice has become sing-songish.)
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"Hard to think, to concentrate?"
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(No audible response.)
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"Get used to that. It's the sedative. You don't
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need to think. Just do as you're told."
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"Yes, Doctor."
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(Patient's voice has become dreamy.)
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"And over a few months, maybe we can make some
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progress."
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"Thank you, Doctor. I'm sorry I've been so bad."
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"You have been very bad, Missy, but we can deal with
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that here."
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"Yes, Doctor."
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(Patient giggling.)
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"Just let me unlock your chain and unlace your
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pussy."
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(About 1 minute passes in silence.)
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"There now, go with Nurse Sandra. She's going to
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leave you in the Men's Ward tonight and I want you to
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fuck and suck all the men who admire your tits until
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someone lets you out."
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"Okay.."
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(Patient giggles.)
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"Okay, Doctor. I'll suck and fuck all the men and
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show them my tits."
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"Listen to your Doctor, Missy, and soon, you will be
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a happy girl."
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END SESSION/5:55AM EST
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Patient turned over to Nurse Sandra.
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Patient RM assignment - Mens Wd.
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*********
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Patient - Missy Meeks
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Diagnosis - Nymphomania
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Notes on Discharge
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Dr. Carasso
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Patient was admitted by her aunt, Sheila DeVille, in
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a delusional state. She claimed to be a male who had
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been involuntarily subjected to a sex change operation.
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Subject was admitted wearing leather/rubber fetish attire
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associated with sadomasochism.
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Subject created substantial disturbance by entering
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the Men's Ward repeatedly and engaging in numerous sexual
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liaisons. During her treatment a large number of
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pornographic photographs, most centered around the
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subject's unusually large breasts, surfaced, and, when
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confronted, subject exhibited a neurotic pride in her
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breasts, especially as to their remarkable roundness and
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oversized nipples.
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Subject was given electro-convulsive therapy, by
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electroshock, and chemical intervention (Thorazine,
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Placidyl) for a period of the first 48 hours. At the
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same time, subject was exposed to group and individual
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therapy to deal with her psychosis.
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Marked improvement was noted after 75 days from
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admission. Subject was adjusted to social conventions of
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modesty, obedience, proper role models, and the value of
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work.
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Short home visits proved successful and allowed for
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a gradual transition. I signed for a discharge today and
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saw her released to the care of her aunt. Subject was
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fully aware of her surroundings, was dressed and behaved
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appropriately, and expressed a desire to continue therapy
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to avoid further psychosis.
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Note my calendar to speak with Sheila DeVille re
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Missy Meeks in 60 days.
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Missy picked up her purse. I hate this corset.
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It's much too extreme. My breasts are too high and
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sixteen inches is too small a waist. I'm all out of
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proportion. 50EE-16-42. And I hate this suit. It's
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linen and too tight. It's wrinkling already. I wonder
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if we'll see any boys on the way home.
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I hope we stop at the beauty salon. Aunt Sheila
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said I could. She said she was going to make me a
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redhead but I like blonde. But anything is better than
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mousey brown.
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"Missy!"
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"Coming, Aunt Sheila."
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Missy came down the steps, her six inch heels
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setting her sexy body ajiggle. Missy didn't seem to
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mind.
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"Thank you, Doctor Carasso. I know that you made me
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well and able to go home."
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"It was my pleasure, Missy. Do you have any plans?"
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"My aunt says she plans on my working as a maid in
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her mansion. I'll have a uniform and everything."
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"It sounds very productive, Missy, and best of luck.
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I hope you feel good about yourself."
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"Oh yes, Doctor Carasso. I know now that a girl
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with breasts as big as mine SHOULD be stared at! God
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made me this way and I have an obligation to let men see
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how mammoth and perfect my breasts are."
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"My, Missy, what an adult thing to realize."
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"Yes, Doctor, and I realize that boys will expect me
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to appreciate their attention. After all, if a boy is
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willing to spend the money for a movie, he has a right to
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stick his cock in me any way he likes. Or to crush my
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nipples and make me squirm. It's what is expected of a
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girl."
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"Sounds to me like you are well on your way to
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happiness, Missy."
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"I can't wait to get home too, because Aunt Sheila
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says that she knows lots of boys who want to meet me."
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Missy let her aunt clip the leash to her nose ring
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and followed her to the waiting limousine.
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"Roger, will we see you for dinner on Friday?"
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"Will Missy be serving, Sheila?"
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"But of course, Roger dear."
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"Wouldn't miss it for the world! After all, I am a
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doctor. I care about my patients."
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